Aint got no characters in it but me I wanna Sing you a sad song Most of it I dont expect you to Believe It starts off just the Whiskey and Wine Some miles of travel and some real good times But it ends in a dark corridor Where there aint no windows
Just a'drinkin off this bottle Just a'sittin here starin Just a'leanin off my shovel In this graveyard o' dreams Just a'leanin off my shovel In this graveyard o' dreams
I wanna take you to a shipwreak A thousand miles underneath the Black sea Looks like everybody sees me But look close they are dead indeed I wanna lead you to an armchair Deep back in the files of my mind I wanna sit you in the candles light Where i've been spendin all o' my time
Just a'drinkin off this bottle Just a'sittin here starin Just a'leanin off my shovel In this graveyard o' dreams Just a'leanin off my shovel In this graveyard o' dreams More from The Devil Makes Three